Poems Of Sadness

Personal Experience #1

So I was walking through the mall looking for clothes and such wearing one of my favorite outfits, a batman t-shirt, black skinny jean, converse and a batman beanie. 

While I was looking around this little girl and her mother walked past me, the little girl told her mom,

"I want to dress like her!" She pointed to me causing my heart to swell a bit.

When her mother looked at me she frowned in disapproval she said, and I quote, 

"No daughter of mine will dress in such a manner! No one can even tell if she's a boy or a girl! She needs to dress more ladylike, no boy would ever want to date a girl dressed like that!" 

After I heard that my heart just shattered into hundreds of pieces. All I could think about was what if she's right? What if people can't tell? What if boys/people don't like me because I dress like this!? Quickly I took her advice and went into the nearest dress store, for hours I looked for something that I would look good in, that would make me look more feminine, all the people in that store were gorgeous, in their fancy dresses and skirts. All of them looking at me like I was a fly in their soup, like I was a virus, when ever I picked up a dress I felt as if they would stare at me until I put it down! I finally found a dress I liked it was black, had lace straps, was form fitting and was short but didn't seem to be too short, I was admiring it on the mainquin for a while until I decided to try it on.

I found my size and quickly headed into the dressing room. As I put on the dress my hopes were sky high, I was foolishly thinking I was going to look just like the model, she was petit, with a small waist and wide-ish hips. Whereas myself, I am tall, but my waist isn't small and have like, zero hips. When I finally looked into the mirror it felt as if I was hit by a bag of bricks, I looked bad. I not only looked bad I was terrible uncomfortable in my new attire. The dress was actually really short on my body and felt like it showed ever inch of my body. My self esteem just crumbled into dust, I sat on the floor and cried, I cried and cried and cried until someone told me my time was up and that another costumer needed to use the room, I quickly wiped my tears tore my self out of that 'Only-models-can-wear' dress and put on my regular clothes. 

The clothes that I felt beautiful in.

That day I realized that it doesn't matter what the clothes look like on other people, but it only matters how they make you feel. 

If you feel beautiful in a dress. Wear a dress. If you feel beautiful in jeans. Wear jeans! You just need to be confident in the way you dress and not what other people wear!

Just be your own kind of beautiful.

Sincerely 

The_Champ <3